It was about 4 o’clock in the afternoon when my eyes first started getting heavy. My belly was full of yummy chicken and sweet tea, and the hefty meal was beginning to make me very….very…sleepy. I had started to become overwhelmingly cold, so I curled up in a blanket with my philosophy textbook in my lap. The page was beginning to blur and I began to long deeply for the squeaky spring mattress I’ve slept on in my top bunk for the last few months. I dropped the pencil; my eyes closed. I began to breathe deeply.
That’s when the questions started. What about your homework!? You have so much to do, you fool! Get up!! What about all your commitments tonight? What will you tell people if you decide not to go because you’re “too tired”?
That’s about the time that I decided to go curl up on the couch in the study lounge for a bit. It was time to silence the questions, for I had made up my mind. I needed to rest. I set my alarm for about thirty minutes from then, and drifted in and out of sleep for that time. I don’t really remember worrying too much then. My body had won over my mind. It needed sleep, and it didn’t seem too worried about all my obligations and responsibilities.
I had a similar thing happen to me this morning at about 8 a.m. That was the first of many times that my alarm sounded this morning. I’ve discovered that when I take a Melatonin before bed, getting out of bed the next day is nearly impossible, especially if I’ve made any plans to get up a little earlier than usual, grab some coffee, and work on homework before class. Such was the situation I found myself in this morning. The 8 o’clock beeping was met with a swift tap on the snooze. This process repeated for nearly an hour. At 9 a.m., I reset the alarm for 9:30, at which time I hit the snooze at least 3 more times. By the time I actually needed to get up to go to class, I had slept nearly 3 hours later than I had planned to.
Originally, I felt like a failure as I sleepily climbed down the wooden boards that I use as my ladder to the floor. I was sore from my aqua exercises class the day before. My eyes were barely open, and my body was in shock at the frigid air outside of my warm blankets. I truly was exhausted. All through my routine this morning, and throughout the day, I never stopped to realize that perhaps my little episode with the snooze button this morning had less to do with laziness and more to do with a need to rest. This was a thought that didn’t enter my mind until I was drifting into my slumber, wrapped in a soft blanket on the couch in the study lounge.
Was it convenient for me to sleep so much today? Certainly not. Was it needed? I think so. I’m still feeling like I could sleep for another few hours, but my extra rest today got me to stop and think about whether or not I’m taking care of my body. Homework is important, friends are important, time alone with God is important, but as my weary eyes told me today, so is rest.
Does anyone want to celebrate with a nap? Just me….?